Fripperies
Capitals, corbels,
Etchings and baubles,
Littered by the sculptors,
Foisted by the smiths.
Serifs and analogues,
Grace notes and shaggy dogs,
Wasting their energies
With tales and jokes and myths.
We tell them ev’ry time
That ornament’s a crime –
But they keep on disobeying
As before.
They’ll never realise
Till we poke them in the eyes,
To teach the little ingrates
Less is more.
Rhyming Couplets 